In The Arms Of Denial Poem by Sven Rhoads

Living in a world that slowly suffers from its own existence
We stare at the sun trying to find our way
With the constant rushing of the tides I show resistance
I only want to escape because I cannot stay

I wont paint the beautiful portrait with lies
I wont smile when all the truth withers and dies
To feel the warmth in the arms of denial
Is but a poison force fed and vile

Turning a blind eye to the fractures we created
We watch as the flames start touching the sky
Quickly we're becoming the things we've hated
The sweetest illusion will get us all high

I wont build a home six feet in the earth
I wont accept this hell, I know what I'm worth
To feel secure in the arms of denial
Only to choke back the social bile

This is the product we put forth in the world
Rotting the future of every boy and girl
This is the result of those steps mislaid
We reap what we sow, now its time to feel the blade